Barcelona Songtext
von The Big Moon
Barcelona Songtext
One more blowout
One more friend moves away
Barcelona
I wish that I was so brave
I′m at the party, wondering if it's alright
For me to toast her future and drink heavy for mine
I could stare at the sun (Stare at the sun)
Hoping to burn your face away
I could screw up my eyes (Screw up my eyes)
Willing the time to fly away
I′m okay, but I do miss you
Yeah, I do miss you
Yes, I do miss you
Oh-oh, oh-oh
One more friend I'm trying not
To be jealous of how
The bitcoin finally paid off
In pounds and a beautiful house
I may be present, but I'm not all here
I′m looking at her baby, picking out her features
I could stare at the sun (Stare at the sun)
Hoping to burn your face away
I could screw up my eyes (Screw up my eyes)
Willing the time to fly away
I′m okay, but I do miss you
Yeah, I do miss you
Yes, I do miss you
Oh-oh, oh-oh
We're all moving on
And you′re better off now
We're all moving on
But I′m terrible at goodbyes
I may be present, but I'm not all here
I′m looking at her baby, picking out her features
I'm at the party, wondering if it's alright
For me to toast her future and drink heavy for mine?
One more friend moves away
Barcelona
I wish that I was so brave
I′m at the party, wondering if it's alright
For me to toast her future and drink heavy for mine
I could stare at the sun (Stare at the sun)
Hoping to burn your face away
I could screw up my eyes (Screw up my eyes)
Willing the time to fly away
I′m okay, but I do miss you
Yeah, I do miss you
Yes, I do miss you
Oh-oh, oh-oh
One more friend I'm trying not
To be jealous of how
The bitcoin finally paid off
In pounds and a beautiful house
I may be present, but I'm not all here
I′m looking at her baby, picking out her features
I could stare at the sun (Stare at the sun)
Hoping to burn your face away
I could screw up my eyes (Screw up my eyes)
Willing the time to fly away
I′m okay, but I do miss you
Yeah, I do miss you
Yes, I do miss you
Oh-oh, oh-oh
We're all moving on
And you′re better off now
We're all moving on
But I′m terrible at goodbyes
I may be present, but I'm not all here
I′m looking at her baby, picking out her features
I'm at the party, wondering if it's alright
For me to toast her future and drink heavy for mine?
Writer(s): Foy Vance, Johnny Mcdaid, Amy Victoria Wadge, Benjamin Joseph Levin, Edward Christopher Sheeran Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com